Instead of stories about love, this is a text that is suitable for some people who were or still are part of my life. Too few are talking to each other important things. Seldom mention how much we love and what it means to each other. Not enough talk about how some of us and cheer us as someone's voice can be soft pillow when we squeeze the day. Too much talk about free and without substantial and meaningful to do - which is worse - passing - and not enough about what makes you laugh, looking forward. Or that sad - it is equally important - and rejoice together, mourn together as well.